Oh, Justin
Before I begin this story, let me just preface it by saying that I love Elvis. In case you couldn't figure it out/you are a moron.
So Friday night, I headed up to the Coeur d'Alene casino. Where winning is just the beginning.* I convinced a friend to go with me, who bravely went even though others tried to scare her off. The concert was entitled "Elvis and Friends." A fun-filled evening of tribute artists: Buddy Holly, Tina Turner, and, of course, the man himself.
First, I made friends with a cute little old man sitting in front of me. He goes by "Swede." Which is adorable. Actually, I probably wouldn't have continued any conversation with him if he hadn't mentioned right off the bat that he saw Elvis live in concert in 1957. His girlfriend (whose craziness became more and more apparent as the night went on) is a Patsy Cline tribute artist. Seriously.
But she did invite me to an annual party that two Elvis Tribute Artists throw. And apparently one of them can match me for Elvis shrines/memorabilia. So that's fun.
Ok, so "Buddy" and "Tina" were all right, but the Elvis guy was awesome! And I've seen a few ETA's in my day. He had everything down: the voice, the moves, the patter. Whew! So I made Lynette stand in line so I could get his autograph. Because I took my book on Elvis Tribute Artists (the 50 best in America) and Justin (this ETA) is in there.
After bonding over similar necklaces (TCB, thank you), he signed my ticket. And the photo I bought of him. And my book. And, Jesus, I just reread this and I know how cool I sound. I then received a kiss from him and I might have had a huge smile on for the next 48 hours. Lynette was forewarned that I give the crazy free rein at events like this.
So, it was awesome. Added to by the fact that at the bar in the casino afterword we were repeatedly hit on by a man I affectionately referred to as The Child Molester. Nice mustache, my friend. And if you are going to be creepy, at least buy me a drink.
Anyways. Fun times. Don't judge me.
*They have, hands down, the worst commercials ever. Their nearest competitor for this would be the Money Tree ads.
So Friday night, I headed up to the Coeur d'Alene casino. Where winning is just the beginning.* I convinced a friend to go with me, who bravely went even though others tried to scare her off. The concert was entitled "Elvis and Friends." A fun-filled evening of tribute artists: Buddy Holly, Tina Turner, and, of course, the man himself.
First, I made friends with a cute little old man sitting in front of me. He goes by "Swede." Which is adorable. Actually, I probably wouldn't have continued any conversation with him if he hadn't mentioned right off the bat that he saw Elvis live in concert in 1957. His girlfriend (whose craziness became more and more apparent as the night went on) is a Patsy Cline tribute artist. Seriously.
But she did invite me to an annual party that two Elvis Tribute Artists throw. And apparently one of them can match me for Elvis shrines/memorabilia. So that's fun.
Ok, so "Buddy" and "Tina" were all right, but the Elvis guy was awesome! And I've seen a few ETA's in my day. He had everything down: the voice, the moves, the patter. Whew! So I made Lynette stand in line so I could get his autograph. Because I took my book on Elvis Tribute Artists (the 50 best in America) and Justin (this ETA) is in there.
After bonding over similar necklaces (TCB, thank you), he signed my ticket. And the photo I bought of him. And my book. And, Jesus, I just reread this and I know how cool I sound. I then received a kiss from him and I might have had a huge smile on for the next 48 hours. Lynette was forewarned that I give the crazy free rein at events like this.
So, it was awesome. Added to by the fact that at the bar in the casino afterword we were repeatedly hit on by a man I affectionately referred to as The Child Molester. Nice mustache, my friend. And if you are going to be creepy, at least buy me a drink.
Anyways. Fun times. Don't judge me.
*They have, hands down, the worst commercials ever. Their nearest competitor for this would be the Money Tree ads.
posted by Ace | 7:29 AM
10 Comments:
I'm sorry I missed such a fab time. When is the party? Is Lynette willing to go anywhere with you again?
Yes, smarty-pants, she will. I think I was, at the very least, entertaining.
DID U SEAL THE DAEL?????
Hmm. What's a "dael"? Am I so old that I'm missing out on your cool young lingo? Is a "dael" a euphemism for a man part?
Or are you that intellectually-challenged where you can't spell a one-syllable, four-letter word?
Thanks for the brilliant comment, ass-hat.
PROOF U DID!!!!
This will not be as witty as the previous comment; I'm just wondering if this ETA slipped you the tongue as others (or just one other...?) have.
I wish we had fun stuff like that in Pocatello.
I should specify: by "fun stuff" I mean Elvis Tribute Artists, not tongue-slipping...
Elvis Loves Priscilla....So, I was watching your favorite show, Jay Leno last night and he was at some event where people were pitching T.V. shows. One was called Elvis Loves Priscilla. It was a dating show where Elvis impersonators could try and find their very own "Priscilla's." I thought of you...
That would be the greatest TV show ever! So, of course, it will never get to network TV. Because we live in a country where 2 and a Half Men is the number 1 comedy, and According to Jim is in its 5th or 6th season.
Sadly, you are correct. According to Jay the show was "not sold." Maybe you should pitch it...your enthusiasm might help...
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